Fiona's Quiet Life

I have not been idle…well in fact i have but not all the time.
and the delay in blog­ging was because for some reason i couldn’t get it to work , so i put it on my yahoo pro­file but some­how made it dis­ap­pear just as i was about to post it , then was too lazy to type it all in again.
now i have for­got­ten all i was going to say , and for once is was inter­est­ing, so it is back to the bor­ing, got up ‚went to school type of entry.

My friend Sheena won a hol­i­day in Malta and invited me along…yippee. it seemed the gods were against the whole thing as firstly the vol­cano got in the act and messed up everybody’s move­ments and even worse Sheena got a really bad cel­lu­litis and was very very ill.….…a reminder to wear garden­ing gloves and to clean any small cut instantly with betadine or some­thing similar.……it was so bad they talked of remov­ing the muscle in her upper arm.
any­way she got the all clear the after­noon before we trav­elled and the vol­cano allowed approx 10 days in which every­body tried to get home or away at once.

Malta was won­der­ful, the people the nicest i have ever met…so far. but oh the buses the last time i trav­elled in a bus like that i was 7 in Kent on the way to school in 1956, they were lovely but the exhaust fumes were thick and black and oh they rattled on some of the rough roads. this will be rec­ti­fied soon though as the EEC has deman­ded they put in new engines, at last some­thing use­ful from Brussels.….not the i have any­thing against the Bel­gians, in fact had a lovely gentle flir­ta­tion across the break­fast tables with a Bel­gian person.….…

don’t worry still besot­ted with our Basil.

was saddened by the death of charm­ing neigh­bour , i have watched as ambu­lances arrived ever more fre­quently , to be fol­lowed by his wife to a hos­pital .….it took me right back to the years when it happened here ‚ that bit is over for her now but i know where she is at and it is not a happy place…she knows i am here for her.

Going back to Malta though asap as a week was not enough even though it seems a small island. The hotel in st. Paul’s bay was only 80 meters from the bus sta­tion and the fares were never more that £1

News of my pond had reached my friend across the road…she did know about it any­way as we have been gos­sip­ing over the wall ‚but she heard of it from a friend in Canada who had read it here, or on yahoo…small world or what.

So i am scoop­ing up fallen blos­som from the pond with a kit­chen sieve.….well i am too mean to buy a net and i have lots of sieves.….…..when i noticed small black wrig­gly things.….…yes i am the proud par­ent of some tad­poles

pond matur­ing nicely, with lots of plants and even a water Lilly.

16 thou­sand women ran past my front door yesterday…got a nice hug from the Marie Curie nurses again. the next door neigh­bours handed out wel­come drinks of water.

Zumba is so good for the legs that i might take to wear­ing mini skirts.….…or not.

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